Hannah's Way
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - A work of fiction with a healthy dose of facts, Hannah is REAL! I am her mentor, guardian, lover, and her Mistress. Most of what you will read actually happened. While shorter than my other works, The OWLs Club and CJ & Me, it's no less interesting or important. If you are interested in both lesbianism and the dom/sub lifestyle, you may find this journey, and Hannah, to be fascinating.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction True Story Incest BDSM DomSub Rough Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex
“Thank you Mistress Kerrie.” I replied. Keeping a straight face.
“Good afternoon my Mistress. I want to thank you and Mistress Kerrie, you two have made me feel some complete today.” She started.
“Firstly I was dressed in a very short skirt, it hardly covered my backside, some fishnet thigh high stockings, then to complete the outfit, I wore a pale pink, see through blouse and it was tied under my breasts, just above my belly button.”
“My other Mistress wanted to take me out in public dressed as a street hooker, I had no underwear on my Mistress.” As she continued, I could feel an urge starting to build within me.
“We went to a local wooded parklands, where there was a small stream and pond my Mistress. There is a bike track through there and I believe it is quite busy on weekends Mistress.”
My hand was squeezing my boobs as she continued with her story and I could feel the moisture starting to leak into my plain cotton panties. The aroma was unmistakable as I opened my jeans and eased them down off of my hips, I lifted my bum and took them down past my knees. I had captured my slippery pearl in between my first two fingers and was rubbing myself slowly, enjoying the sensations racing through my loins.
“Then after parking the car Mistress, we noticed that there weren’t that many cars parked there, maybe 5 or 6. My other Mistress made me walk in front of her so she could view my back side, and she was telling me in a loud voice what a nice view it was. We stayed on the path and walked along the bike path to the picnic area. We didn’t pass anyone Mistress.”
I stopped myself from asking any questions, I felt it important to let her relive the excursion and enjoy the memories she will undoubtedly have from here on in.
“When we arrived at the small lake Mistress, there were some people there, not many. Some men walking their dogs and a couple of older ladies sitting on a bench chatting, while their doggies were running around. We went and sat at a picnic table by the tree line. We were pretty much out of the way of everyone. There was a bike path about twenty feet or so away from the table. Mistress Kerrie instructed me to sit on the table, resting my legs on the bench, so any bike rider coming towards us could see all of me on display.”
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